In less than a week, I’ll wear a hand-me-down graduation gown and a red Forever 21 dress and cross a makeshift stage in my college’s gymnasium to receive my diploma. (Actually, I’ll receive a blank folder for my diploma, which they ship sometime over the summer.) I’ve been attempting to come to terms with graduating college since my freshman year. “What will I do when this is all over?” has been a more prevalent question… View Post

Charles Baudelaire wrote that people have visited museums in the same way since the mid-18th century. We drool over the famous and well-respected art yet ignore the lesser-known art, because many of us don’t know its value. “I know my museum,” he wrote that museum patrons will say, satisfied after viewing art that everyone decides to accept is good art, in “The Painter in Modern Life.” Buffalo is like that lesser-known art, with different value… View Post

January 1 has come and gone. But I never thought January made sense as the start of the new year anyway. It’s still in the same season. December and January blend together with only the holidays to differentiate the two cold, snowy months. Things don’t start to look much different until March, which would be an acceptable month to begin the new year with. Or September, the obvious choice and month that school calendars choose… View Post

If my current snippet of life — Mar. 25, 2019 — was a collage on my bedroom wall, the usual glossy magazine spreads would be filled with sunny iPhone snapshots of residential city streets, lined with old, salt-covered cars and barren trees. Sun flares would hint at optimism, at sparking new life into bare branches that just suffered through a whole winter, with tiny buds still imperceptible to the camera. If the subject was me,… View Post

9 a.m. I wake up refreshed to the alarm I set the night before, reminding me to get up and run. 10 a.m. I wake up from my congratulatory nap for actually waking up to my last alarm. 11:00 a.m. I’m still in bed. I decide I won’t go for a run today. I’ll just do it tomorrow, I say, even thought I’ll likely wake up a touch hungover. 11:10 a.m. Fine, I’m going to… View Post